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... famous library moved with him as he went from town to town , and perpetually from himself and round him from his retinue ran the continual stream of verse which only ended with his death . His very doctor he compelled to rhyme . All the ...
... famous library moved with him as he went from town to town , and perpetually from himself and round him from his retinue ran the continual stream of verse which only ended with his death . His very doctor he compelled to rhyme . All the ...
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... famous of the many things he wrote ; and justly , for they have all these qualities . First , they are exact specimens of their style . The Roundel should interweave , repeat itself , and then recover its original strain , and these two ...
... famous of the many things he wrote ; and justly , for they have all these qualities . First , they are exact specimens of their style . The Roundel should interweave , repeat itself , and then recover its original strain , and these two ...
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... famous Ballade is by far the greatest thing . It contains all his qualities : not in the ordinary propor- tion of his character , but in that better , exact proportion which existed in him when his inspiration was most ardent : for the ...
... famous Ballade is by far the greatest thing . It contains all his qualities : not in the ordinary propor- tion of his character , but in that better , exact proportion which existed in him when his inspiration was most ardent : for the ...
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... famous in their own country than abroad . They pour from the well of a religion which has not failed in the place where Villon wrote , and they present that religion in a manner peculiar and national . Apart from its piety and its ...
... famous in their own country than abroad . They pour from the well of a religion which has not failed in the place where Villon wrote , and they present that religion in a manner peculiar and national . Apart from its piety and its ...
Page 117
... they formed the French language . Some of its most famous and most familiar words proceed from them - for instance , the word Patrie . Some few of their exotic Greek and Latin adaptations were dropped ; the 117 RONSARD .
... they formed the French language . Some of its most famous and most familiar words proceed from them - for instance , the word Patrie . Some few of their exotic Greek and Latin adaptations were dropped ; the 117 RONSARD .
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Page 217 - L'augmenteront toujours? Le malheur de ta fille au tombeau descendue Par un commun trépas, Est-ce quelque dédale, où ta raison perdue Ne se retrouve pas ? Je sais de quels appas son enfance était pleine, Et n'ai pas entrepris : Injurieux ami, de soulager ta peine Avecque son mépris.
Page 217 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin, Et, rosé, elle a vécu ce que vivent les rosés, L'espace d'un matin.
Page 200 - Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
Page 161 - Voy quel orgueil, quelle ruine: et comme Celle qui mist le monde sous ses loix, Pour donter tout, se donta quelquefois, Et devint proye au temps, qui tout consomme. 8 Rome de Rome est le seul monument, Et Rome Rome a vaincu seulement.
Page 161 - Ces vieux palais, ces vieux arcz que tu vois, Et ces vieux murs, c'est ce que Rome on nomme.
Page 139 - Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avoit desclose Sa robe de pourpre au soleil A point perdu ceste vesprée Les plis de sa robe pourprée, Et son teint au vostre pareil.
Page 218 - Et nous laisse crier. Le pauvre en sa cabane, où le chaume le couvre, Est sujet à ses lois : Et la garde qui veille aux barrières du Louvre «i N'en défend point nos rois.
Page 145 - Lors vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle, Déjà sous le labeur à demi sommeillant, Qui au bruit de mon nom ne s'aille réveillant, Bénissant votre nom, de louange immortelle. Je...
Page 167 - D'une tremblante horreur fait hérisser ma peau. Las ! tes autres aigneaux n'ont faute de pasture, Ils ne craignent le loup, le vent, ny la froidure : Si ne suis-je pourtant le pire du troppeau. 3 Heureux qui, comme Ulysse...
Page 173 - Plus me plaist le séjour qu'ont basty mes ayeux, Que des palais Romains le front audacieux: Plus que le marbre dur me plaist l'ardoise fine, Plus mon Loyre Gaulois, que le Tybre Latin, Plus mon petit Lyre, que le mont Palatin, Et plus que l'air marin la doulceur Angevine.